Reasons for living

I am not listed as the great one,
Nor could i be that kind of person,
No matter how i strive harder than usual,
I am still the invisible me,
The unseen and unheard of,
Though there i am standing in front of your eye,
It was nothing,
Not even a glance from you.

What ails me as i grew up,
The silent that they gave,
When the question on why i'm still here were asked,
So much for the excuse that they could not say,
Acting like it was so mysterious,
But what they truly felt nothing than embarrassment,
Not that i stay silent,
Like i have said before,
This voice of mine was unheard.

I am blind, deaf and mute,
This eye, ears and mouth are perfect,
But not to them that i am living my life for,
Sacrifice every bit,
Just like a puppet i am being experiment,
My reasons are nothing but an excuse,
I have wonder so often,
So often that i can never cry,
What is the reason i live until now.